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𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐔𝐃𝐄 𝐈𝐈𝐈: 𝐀 𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐒𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐓
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42 | SHE WAS BORN IN THE NORTH POLE

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17 YEARS BEFORE THE PRESENT DAY

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   "JACK," a very pregnant Elsa scowled while using her abilities to cause different snowflake designs to crawl up the length of the nursery, "we are not naming the baby after the day they are born on," she rolled her eyes upon her husband's ridiculous idea.

Jack stood behind her, using his own powers to make different frost designs on the ceiling. Elsa smiled at her newest design, liking this one the most.

"Why not—!" Jack was cut off by Elsa's sound of disgust once she saw the ceiling.

"What in Auradon's name is that, Jack? Absolutely not!" Jack made a noise of a offensive as Elsa slapped his hands down forcing him to stop in his designs.

Elsa easily waved her own hands washing away the designs and replacing them with some of her own. She made the icy imprints match that of the wall with sharp endings. While she was at it she made a huge snowflake in the center of the ceiling as well.

"Beautiful," she hummed in delight, placing her hands on her hips.

Jack scoffed, shaking his head. He liked his designs better, what sort of baby did not like a monster snowman on the ceiling?

"I liked mine better," he grumbled only for Elsa to roll her eyes, and take one last look around the nearly complete nursery.

She just had to add the bookshelf and they were golden. The nursery was simple, a series of blues and whites with a large cradle in the center. The cradle had soft curtains flaring from the sides, a rocking chair not too far away. There were some toys in the corner for when the baby got a little older and could start crawling around.

The room was across the hall from their own. Originally, Elsa wanted the baby to sleep in her and Jack's room for the first two years, but Jack was not so keen on that idea. He insisted that he and Elsa would need time for themselves sometimes and promised her that the baby would be fine across the hall.

After all, they could keep both doors cracked so they could hear when the baby cried and furthermore there was bound to be some nymphs walking around who could console and watch over the child as well.

After days of convincing, Elsa finally agreed and so the two set to work on creating the beautiful nursery.

Elsa gazed around the room one last time, her hands set on her hips and a proud smile on her face. However, that smile soon fell once she realized that they were completely finished with the nursery. It seemed like just yesterday when they started on it.

Almost immediately tears began to gather in Elsa's eyes, a single tear falling down her cheek — freezing as it dripped onto the floor. Jack looked to his wife in alarm, though he had grown used to her sudden mood swings.

These days it seemed Elsa was especially sensitive to her emotions. One second she was over-the-moon, the next she was a raging psychopath, and lastly, she would sit in a ball and wallow in the corner.

It was horrifying, to the say the least.

"My love," Jack leaned down so he was brushing his face in Elsa's soft hair, leaving a chaste kiss to her neck, "whatever is the matter?"

"I-It's just th-that..." Elsa hiccuped as Jack wiped her tears away, clutching her close to him, "w-we're already finished with the nursery!" She finally burst as Jack rose a brow secretly wanting to laugh but not daring to.

It was truly interesting to see Elsa who had nearly always been composed turned to this.

"And?" He chose to say instead, his voice nothing but patient.

"AND the baby is already getting so old! Her nursery is already finished!" Elsa wailed, both her and Jack already knowing that their soon-to-be baby was a little girl.

"Sugar," Jack was fighting back the laughter, "the baby has not even been born yet..."

"It doesn't matter, she's already too old for my liking!" Elsa cried before storming out of the nursery leaving Jack to shake his head.

He gave the nursery one last look, a small smile gracing his features before he followed after his wife, closing the door on his way out.

Elsa, despite her round belly, was quite quick for a woman ready to pop any given day. Everyone was excited: Anna, Kristoff, Olaf, her nephew and niece, the Northuldra, even the Council of Legendary Figures. Santa had already gifted them with more toys then they could ever dream of, the Easter Bunny painted many pictures and portraits for the baby, Sandman was already configuring different dreams for the little girl, Father Time seemed to be debating which date Fate would choose for the child to be born on, Cupid already spoke of potential soulmates to the child, and the Tooth Fairy (bless her soul) fluttered around eagerly suggesting names.

Ah... the name game: where did Jack and Elsa start with that issue?

At first it started as a small banter between the two of them on what they should name their daughter. Elsa truly wanted to name her Snow but Jack liked the name Forest (Elsa though it was stupid).

This debate soon spread to Anna who forced her way into it, giving out the name Solstice. Get it? Like the Winter solstice.

Elsa honestly liked that name, she found it adorable. Jack; however, not so much...

No, he found the name to be cheesy and ridiculous (Elsa and Anna both came for him once he said that). Even with Elsa and Anna threatening him, Jack did not give in refusing to name his child something that ridiculous.

Kristoff was involved soon after because Elsa and Anna wanted another person on their side. Yeah, not so much, Kristoff agreed with Jack and instead suggested a more traditional name such as Eleanor.

Jack, surprisingly, liked that but Elsa and Anna hated it. Yeah, Kristoff was sleeping in the stables with Sven house for a week after that.

Olaf was involved next: he, of course, suggested the name Summer. No one was really opposed to it, but at the same time no one exactly preferred that name over the others. Well, that was until six-year-old Soren and three-year-old Sitara managed to sneak in the debate.

They took Olaf's side rather passionately and refused to call the baby in their auntie's tummy anything other than Summer.

From there it all went to hell: somehow the names Khione and Navianna got added into the mix. Elsa and Jack could not be certain but they sure it was a suggestion from the Tooth Fairy who sent a letter.

It was fine at first, but now that the baby was due in the next few weeks and Elsa was freaking out. How could the baby be just around the corner but she has no name picked whatsoever.

Solstice? Snow? Summer? Forest? Khione? Navianna? What was her name?!

Elsa played around with all the names, said them to herself many times. As much as she hated to admit it, the truth of the matter was that none of those names felt right. None of them felt like her baby.

Not her daughter, but then what else could she be named?

"You know, we're supposed to visit your sister," Jack hummed, Elsa snapping out of her thoughts.

It was then she realized in the midst of her thinking, the tears had stopped. Jack, on the other hand, was on the other side of the bedroom messing around with his hooked staff, Twinetender.

Oddly enough, he managed to balance on it with one leg, his other leg bent at a weird angle and his arms crossed over his chest. It looked cool from an outside perspective but Elsa had been living with Jack for so long she was used to seeing these sort of moves.

Besides, it was more impressive when he did a handstand on Twinetender.

"Shoot," Elsa froze, hurrying to change her clothing.

However, rather than go to her closet, she waved her hand and allowed her magic to take form and create a new outfit. Elsa was never really sure why that even though her powers revolved around cold, ice, and snow that she was able to create outfits out of thin air.

But she was also not complaining for it proved to be extremely convenient.

Soon her figure was clad in a loose but long dress that showed off her baby bump. She shook her feet one at a time, creating white snow boots as she did so. It was the very beginning of December, the first of the month to be exact and snow had just started falling on Arendellian grounds.

"Alright," Elsa did not bother to mess with her hair, causing Jack to smirk as he hopped off Twinetender, "let's go..."

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A few hours later and Jack, Elsa, Anna, Kristoff, and Olaf were making Christmas cookies in the kitchens with Soren and Sitara.

"No, no, no," Kristoff took a wooden spoon that was much to large for Sitara from her hands as she had proceeded to try beating the cookie dough with it, "we don't hit it, we stir it... see?"

Kristoff let out a breath of relief when Sitara's youthful eyes lit up in understanding from his example, but he frowned as she turned to her older brother and start hitting him on the back as he concentrated on stirring his own bowl of cookie dough.

"Ah! Papa, make it stop!" Soren cried as his three-year-old little sister laughed while slapping him harshly.

"Sitara, stop it! Do you want a timeout?" Kristoff threatened while picking Sitara up and successfully stopping her assault on her brother.

Jack smirked while watching the scene, Elsa shaking her head at him as she saw his expression.

"I'm surprised you and Kristoff have time to do this, haven't you to been busy with foreign trades and preparing the kingdom for Christmas?"

Elsa remembered the few short years she was in charge of all of that, it was quite a load of work too. Jack and her were supposed to come to Arendelle for Christmas as they did every year, but hopefully they would have the baby to bring with them.

"Yeah," Anna said almost tiredly, rubbing her back, "Olaf has been a real help with the kids though, especially with Kristoff's ice business: we're really starting to feel the pressure." She explained.

In that moment, Olaf ran around the kitchen with a hot tray of Christmas cookies: a little apron around his round snowy waist. Soren and Sitara both cheered, each abandoning their stirring to help Olaf decorate the cookies.

Kristoff sighed as Sitara left him in the middle of his lecture, the father of two picking up where the kids left in stirring.

"Careful the tray is hot, wait for me to put them on a plate..." the snowman sang happily, easily placing the cookies on a plate as the children waited patiently.

Oddly enough, if Sitara was going to listen to anyone it was Olaf. Sitara hated listening to people and following the rules: a trait which made itself more and more prominent the older she got. Sitara was only lucky that her royal family was not of the traditional sort, otherwise this bad behavior of hers would not be tolerated in the slightest.

After all, it was far from the usual perfect princess stereotype.

Although, it should be noted that Jack had never truly tried scolding her as he usually egged on her naughtiness. Yes, the Winter King definitely took "cool uncle" to a whole another level.

Before Elsa could say anything to Anna, the clock rang signalling it to be noon. Elsa's eyes widened as she looked to Jack who also looked surprised.

"Is it already noon? We're supposed to be at Santa's workshop for a Council meeting..." Elsa stressed, wondering how she had lost track of time.

To be fair, they were all having a lot of fun in the kitchen.

"Hey, hey, don't stress," Anna advised, "it's not good for little Solstice," she cooed, leaning to Elsa's bulging belly.

Jack rolled his eyes, taking a few steps toward them.

"That's not her name," Jack clicked his tongue.

"It should be," Anna retorted.

"Her name is Summer!" Sitara shouted causing all eyes to go to her.

Soren laughed as Sitara repeatedly sang out Summer, Olaf singing along as Kristoff face palmed himself and the others shook their heads.

"Nevermind her name, Jack we need to go!" Elsa exclaimed while her and Anna kissed each others cheeks.

Anna left an affectionate pat on her sister's stomach as Elsa waved goodbye to her brother-in-law, Olaf, nephew, and niece.

With that, Jack and Elsa were quick to walk outside: Elsa ready for Jack to fly them to the Northpole.

It was a few hours later that Elsa and Jack were in an intense debate with the other Legendary Council Figures. Sandman was sitting near asleep in a chair, the Tooth Fairy's wings buzzing as she flew over the group, Cupid was shaking his head, Father Time look utterly bored, Santa sat at the head chair as they all listened to the Easter Bunny explain why Peter Pan was not a good choice to add to the council.

"Bunny," Jack finally interrupted the passionate figure, "I doubt Pan would even want to join the Council, he's quite content on Neverland..." Jack once again reminded everyone of the slight friendship he had with the ageless teen.

Though, it had been a while since Jack visited Peter as Peter rarely left Neverland.

"Oh yeah, I forgot you were pretty much another version of Peter Pan," the Easter Bunny spat sarcastically, his accented voice ringing out from that of Australia.

Yes, it was true that Easter Bunny was, in fact, an Aussy through-and-through. Furthermore, the Easter Bunny was also not how most believed him to look: he was not some cute little bunny. No, he was a giant looming rabbit that stood on its hinde legs just over six-feet, as odd as it sounded he was actually rather cool looking.

He was also not a pushover: this being said, he and Jack tended to butt heads quite a bit.

"Hey," Jack growled, pointing his hooked staff threateningly at the Easter Bunny: as much as he and Pan got along, he absolutely did not want to be compared to him, "I'm no lost boy, I am Jack Frost,"

The Head Elf to Santa's workshop, Bernard, shook his head full of curly hair from where he stood in the corner.

It was no secret that Bernard appeared as the oldest of all the elves (a whopping sixteen!) and he took his job very seriously. Yes, he may have not been quite as cheery as the others, but he also had the most responsibilites. He was number one, if he slacked even in the slightest then Christmas might as well be ruined.

So yes, cut him a break if he may have acted like he had a stick up his ass half the time.

Unfortuantely, this attitude — while Elsa got along with him just fine — was a formula for disaster with Jack Frost. It was rare those two ever got along.

Bernard still held a grudge against Jack from the huge blizzard he caused on Christmas day over a thirty years ago. Yes, Christmas was in the midst of winter and everyone loved a white snowy Christmas, but what Jack did was not just some pretty white Christmas.

No, Jack Frost thought it was funny to freeze out the entirety of the world and nearly ruined Christmas. Santa may have gotten over it but Bernard most definitely had not.

"Bunny isn't wrong though," Bernard added snidely from his spot.

Jack whipped his head around so fast, narrowing his eyes at the elf in a mean manner. Elsa's shoulders slumped as she brought up her hand to ease the oncoming headache. When the full Council had a meeting they seldom ever agree on anything: they were all simply so different.

When it happened, Elsa thought it was just the baby kicking at first. The little girl residing in her stomach tended to kick a lot, Elsa had a slight suspicion this baby may just have a dancers spirit... or an ice skaters.

It was because of this that she ignored it; however, when a wave of pain came and wetness began spreading between her thighs, Elsa knew it was time.

But this couldn't be... no way! She checked the clock, just past three on December the first. The baby was not due for at least two weeks!

That did not seem to matter to the little girl though, as another wave of pain rolled over Elsa. Oh yes, baby Frost was coming now.

"Jack," Elsa ground, but no one heard nor noticed the pregnant council member over the sound of Jack, the Easter Bunny, and Bernard arguing.

Well, it was more like Bernard and the Easter Bunny against Jack. Santa gave a long sigh, this was only adding to his stress. Christmas was in 24 days! He and Bernard already had enough on their plate.

"Jack!" Elsa finally screamed, her voice laced with pain as she grabbed her stomach.

Everyone went silent, all heads turning to look at the Snow Queen. It took barely 0.5 seconds for people to realize what was going on.

"It's happening!" The Tooth Fairy squealed in delight, her voice high-pitched and happy as she buzzed around.

Elsa, as much as she had been looking forward to this day, was currently not feeling that much joy. Nope, this hurt way more than she prepared herself for, it was also happening faster than she thought. She heard she could be in labor for hours, but at this rate Elsa swore that she was bound to deliver in minutes!

Jack had never moved quicker in his life, he was a blur as he flew so he was standing in front of Elsa. However, he was panicking far more than anyone else in the room.

"Oh no, oh no, oh no! What do we do? We need to go back to Arendelle!" Jack tried grabbing Elsa only for her to frantically shake her head.

Jack could fly as fast as possible and it still wouldn't be enough time to get there before the baby arrives. Even so, there was no way Elsa would allow Jack to fly with her while she was in labor.

Thankfully, she did not need to explain to her husband why that was a bad idea for Bernard did it for her.

"Are you crazy? You wanna fly with her while she's in labor?" He spat in disbelief.

"Do you have a better idea?"

"Yeah, anything else!"

"Enough," Santa ordered while helping Elsa stand up, "Bernard can you—?"

"Deliver the baby?" Bernard guessed before nodding. "Of course I can, I'm not head elf for nothing!"

"Hell to the no!" Jack was quick to take Santa's place, Elsa leaning against him heavily. "I am not letting the first thing my baby see's when she gets into the world is his ugly mug!"

Bernard growled about ready to throw hands with the annoying spirit before Elsa interrupted them.

"Stop, Jack—" she paused, teeth gritted in pain, "—the baby is coming now!"

It took barely five minutes before Elsa was spread on the floor, dozens and dozens of blankets piled under her. The only ones in Santa's meeting room being herself, Jack, Bernard, and Santa as everyone else was waiting outside to give them privacy.

Elsa was sweating, something that was more than rare for her. Her dress was hitched up as well and as much as she wished it was a female down there delivering her baby instead of Bernard, she could not find it in herself to care with how pain was coursing through her.

She groaned, her voice full of pain as she screwed her eyes closed.

Santa was leaning a few feet away, biting his nails in anticipation while Jack held onto Elsa's hand tightly. He was standing next to her, watching the whole ordeal down below.

Bernard was waiting for the moment that the baby was dilated enough that Elsa could start pushing: she was almost there.

"C' mon, mini Frost," Bernard mumbled, "just a little more..."

"Stop looking down there for so long," Jack could not stop himself from saying.

In an agonizingly slow manner, Bernard trailed his eyes away from Elsa and to Jack with a really expression.

"I'm sorry, let me deliver your kid with my eyes closed," Bernard rolled his eyes as Jack scoffed.

"Well you don't need to be looking down there so intently, you know," Jack quipped back as Bernard's mouth gaped.

"First of all, she's giving birth! Second of all, she's giving birth! Third of all, SHE'S GIVING BIRTH!"

Bernard's hotheaded words were cut off by an even louder scream that came from Elsa as a wave of pain worse than any before came over her. Everyone turned to her in worry, Bernard quickly snapping out of it and staring back to where he was looking before.

Bingo, it was time.

"Alright, Elsa," Bernard soothingly rubbed her calf, trying to reassure her in whatever way he could, "it's time to push, on my count alright..."

"Mmhmm," Elsa grunted, closing her eyes and breathing heavily.

"Okay, push!"

Elsa screamed, but did as she was told, pushing harder than she ever had in her life. Bernard quickly moved his hands away from her calves, reaching up to where he could see the baby's head beginning to poke through.

If Bernard looked close enough, he could just barely make out extremely fair strands of hair on the top of the head. Even now Bernard could tell that this was lighter than just blonde, this was around the same color as Jack's and Elsa's: pure white.

"Keep pushing!"

The head finally burst through fully, Bernard quickly grasping at the shoulders and beginning to pull ever so gently. Jack nearly wanted to pass out, his face contorted in disgust and yet there was still a light glimmer in his eye.

"You're doing so well, my love," Jack assured Elsa, soothingly rubbing her hand, "our baby is almost here and she's so pretty, dove, she obviously gets her looks from me!"

"Shut up!" Elsa laughed in between her noises of pain.

In seconds, the baby finally came out and Bernard grasped the little person. Jack did not get the best glance of his daughter before he was consoling Elsa, calming her down and wiping away sweat glistening on her skin.

Elsa was breathing heavily, Santa coming over and helping with cleaning up the bloody mess. Bernard had taken it upon himself to check the baby out, making sure everything was fine with her. While it was odd that the baby was entirely silent, she was breathing normally and her eyes were taking in her surroundings with a wisdom that was far beyond that of any normal newborn.

Rather, she almost looked curious. Bernard wanted to make a sound to show just how astounded he was when he noticed the little baby's eye color. Considering both Jack and Elsa had ice blue eyes, near silver, and Elsa's sister and parents also had blue eyes, it was not too far for everyone to assume that this baby was going to be born with eyes the color of ice.

And yet, here this baby laid in his arms with eyes the color of mocha and warmer than a mid-summer's day. Bernard noticed the tiny bright flecks of caramel, near golden, flaking throughout the child's eyes.

With the small tuffs of white hair on her little head, her brown eyes truly stuck out in the best sort of way. She was beautiful.

Bernard smiled but nearly jumped as those warm eyes met his own. He was once again surprised when the baby gave a toothless grin, Bernard swore this had to be fastest that a newborn had ever smiled.

She had only been born less than two minutes ago, after all.

"Hey, little one," the head elf cooed while quickly cleaning her off with a damp towel and drying her before wrapping her in a soft Christmas themed blanket.

As he wrapped the little girl up, he could not help but notice the small flakes of snow that was falling from nowhere. He looked up, expecting to see some sort of leak in the ceiling as it was snowing outside, but when he found none he furrowed his brows.

Looking down to the baby, he made a sound of wonder when he saw the baby grinning and reaching her little hands causing the snow to fall. To the wall beside, the smallest of frost designs was beginning to crawl its way up the wall. This baby was definitely stronger than any normal newborn.

"Well, aren't you talented," Bernard gave a half smile, holding the child tighter.

He had already noticed how the child was slightly colder than average, but he already figured it had to do with her genetics.

She was destined to become the Ice Queen, after all.

Santa had just finished cleaning up the blood when Bernard walked back over with the baby in his arms. Jack was kissing the top of Elsa's head, the Snow Queen laying in an exhausted heap.

However, the energy seemed to flood back in her system at the sight of her baby. Immediately, she sat up ignoring Jack's warning and held out her arms.

"Let me see her," Elsa breathed softly as Bernard smiled, holding her out.

"I have to say, I really thought she'd have blue eyes," the head elf murmued softly.

Elsa quirked a brow in confusion, taking her baby from Bernard. Sure, Elsa had held plenty of babies before: Soren and Sitara many times, but this was different. Because this was her baby, her daughter.

There are no words to describe how Elsa felt holding her daughter, no words that could even possibly come close to how much love Elsa already felt to the little miracle in her arms. She would do anything for this girl, Elsa swore she had never loved anything more than this little girl and probably never would.

Clutching onto the baby wrapped in the Christmas blanket with a tight but gentle hold, Elsa ran a hand down her child's soft cheek. Elsa smiled when she felt the temperature, it was the same as her and Jack's.

Everyone was usually much warmer than Jack and Elsa, but not their baby. Elsa's eyes widened in surprise when she noticed the brown hues of her daughter's eyes. The gaze that was impossibly warm and gentle, a look that brought Elsa to tears.

Jack stood next to her, gazing down at his daughter with the same amount of fondness. Jack loved Elsa more than anything and he did not think it was possible for him to love anything as much as he loved his wife, but he was proven wrong as he stared down at the miracle in his wife's hands.

His daughter with wide brown eyes that were warmer than the sun itself, tossing him a look that nearly brought him to his knees.

She was his world now.

"Where could she possibly get brown eyes from?" Elsa mused through her tears as Santa and Bernard stood a few feet away, smiling at the new and happy family.

Jack knew the answer to that question because he used to stare at that same shade of brown everytime he looked in the mirror. The only difference was the small flecks of caramel hidden within the warm shade, but other than that, his daughter's eye were a mirror image of his own from when he was mortal.

As beautiful as they were and as happy Jack was about it, he could not help but panic slightly. Surely that did not mean his daughter was mortal? Fate would not have been so cruel as to give them a mortal child who would eventually wither away and die... right?

However, that was an issue for another day.

"Those are my eyes," Jack finally said causing Elsa to snap her head to look at him in shock.

Santa and Bernard did as well.

"Back when I was human," Jack cleared his throat, "I had brown eyes, brown hair too, but our daughter didn't get that—just the eyes," he said in a dotting tone, grinning brightly when his daughter beamed a wide smile at him.

It brought Elsa to cry even more, a smile eating upon her lips at how fast her daughter had smiled.

"She's so beautiful," Elsa cooed, stroking another finger down her daughter's cheek, laughing when the baby nuzzled into her.

The baby let out a yawn, closing her eyes before falling asleep in seconds. Elsa sniffled at that, the smile never leaving her face. Jack was in a simliar positon.

"Hmm," Bernard suddenly said, looking to where the sun rested in the sky, "she was born just at Winterfell..."

"Winterfell?" Elsa found herself questioning, the name playing oddly on her tongue... and yet she thought it was a very pretty name.

"Yeah," Santa said, "it's what we call the break of sunset here at the Northpole during winter. It's kind of code for the ending of a promising day and the start of a new one..." he explained.

Santa was able to see the baby from where he was, and he smiled at the sight. He knew he would need to wait a little bit before he could hold her, but he was more than fine with that.

"Just something we say here," Bernard added thoughtfully, "nowhere else really uses nor knows what the phrase means anywhere else,"

Elsa turned down to her child, any of the previous names she was considering immediately leaving her head. None of those names even compared to this one: Elsa could not imagine her daughter adorning any other name than Winterfell.

Winterfell Iduna Frost.

Looking up, Elsa met Jack's gaze. As though communicating with her telepathically, he knew exactly what she was thinking because he was thinking the same thing.

Winterfell.

He nodded.

"Winterfell," Elsa finally breathed, continuing to stroke her daughter's cheek, "welcome to the world, little Winterfell Frost,"

It was a few hours later, after everyone had already met little Winterfell that Jack stood with her in his arms in the early hours of the night. Elsa was fast asleep on the large bed in the guest room they had been put in.

Jack and Elsa decided they would stay at the Northpole for a few weeks before traveling home with the newborn. They did not believe it to be smart to expose the little one to the harsh conditions of traveling by wind so soon after her birth, even if she did have the powers of ice.

Jack could not get over how fragile his little girl was, he could not believe that he helped bring something so pure and wonderful into existence.

He hummed lightly, singing was more Elsa's thing, though something about his daughter made him want to hum as he rocked her in his arms.

It was then that Jack knew he would lay down his life to protect this child in his arms. His daughter, his Winterfell. No one would ever lay a hand on her if Jack Frost had anything to do about it.

He had no clue just how true his statement would become in a short few years time.

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